Dragoncrest Cliffs into the spectrelight

earlier in the day, @Wildfire and portia had gone out for breakfast together to catch up, so the piebald mother wasn't hungry. but, of course, dio was always a more than welcome surprise, and so she left the den-- ushering sequoia and opalia out with her. dacio, the little attention-whore, had already raced out to greet their father. portia carefully stepped over to dio, her bad leg still not great for movement, and gave him a gentle kiss to the cheek. "what'd we do to deserve you?" the fisa asked playfully, then moving to rest near the mouth of the den, giving a soft sigh-- thankful someone else was around for the pups to latch on to, she needed to rest her eyes a minute.

dalia followed moments later-- she'd been organizing some moss balls in the back of the cache next-door. "daddy!" she barked as she spotted her father, trotting out of the den to intercept him, careful not to step on the trio of puffballs. she nosed his chin happily before stepping back to look at dacio, who was eagerly trying to tear the leg off a rabbit. "did you patrol this morning? how was it? did you find anything cool?" dalia asked, accidentally letting a whole train of questions slip out like some sort of toddler. of course, her mother always found more interesting things when she was out and about-- but portia looked for tiny treasures anyway. dio, however, sometimes found coyotes to chase out or new visitors. both were interesting to the pale kru.